tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87626922149473875632017-02-08T22:51:07.797-06:00Metaphysical MusingsA personal history and quest into the meaning and workings of so-called paranormal experiences. An open forum to welcome anecdotal evidence of Life Beyond the Body.Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-25136782414516256182016-02-22T15:42:00.000-06:002016-02-22T15:42:31.348-06:00<h2 style="height: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Words to Live by</span></h2><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Corbel, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, FreeSans, 'Liberation Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again."</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Corbel, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, FreeSans, 'Liberation Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Corbel, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, FreeSans, Liberation Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">An ideal return to my old blog.</span></span></div>Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-82593074116871467482012-01-09T16:11:00.001-06:002012-01-09T16:11:18.010-06:00New Finds<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Given that my Queenie is gone from the physical world, I’ve been thinking a lot about survival of the soul. Believing as I do that animals have souls, I fully expect seeing her with the eyes of my soul when I cross over.</p> <p>However, I cannot escape the infinite sadness at losing her. Today as I was checking new Near-Death reports, I came upon this one that I fully recommend you watch:</p> <p><a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-27083_3-57349879-247/dying-teens-final-video-goes-viral/?tag=mncol;mlt_related">http://news.cnet.com/8301-27083_3-57349879-247/dying-teens-final-video-goes-viral/?tag=mncol;mlt_related</a></p> <p>This is the last video by Ben Breedlove who passed but before he did, he created this video that his parents discovered after his death.</p> <p>Then, as I continued surfing the web, this one caught my attention. It seems to be the first photo of a human soul. Not a trick photo as has been verified. Here it is:</p> <p><a title="http://juliet.towardthelight.info/?page_id=965" href="http://juliet.towardthelight.info/?page_id=965">http://juliet.towardthelight.info/?page_id=965</a></p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:a6c0fd56-9c92-446c-b8c2-e3d166f732c8" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Near-Death+Experiences" rel="tag">Near-Death Experiences</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-6103098515860239292011-12-31T12:41:00.001-06:002011-12-31T12:41:48.999-06:00Reflections and Wishes for 2012<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>This is a post that will go to both my blogs. </p> <p>In my little corner of the world where there is a spirit of benevolence and generosity, I try to stay away from news of mayhem, violence, discontent, extreme selfishness that negates others’ needs, hatred, pursuits of materialism at the exclusion of uplifting ones … the list could go on.</p> <p>While I’m far from claiming that Tequisquiapan is paradise, I reckon that it inclines one—not everyone… but certainly me-to pare down on material concerns and spend time on spiritual considerations. I might add …as it behoves me at this stage of my life. So at the end of 2011, please allow me to share some reflections with you by first admitting that my heart is filled with gratitude. Gratitude for the inspiration that sent me to Mexico; gratitude for the strength and determination to build my own little house; gratitude for the help that I found along the way; gratitude for this wondrous world of clear blue skies and shining stars; gratitude for my family and friends; gratitude for my readers that validate my continuing to write; and I could go on. </p> <p>For a number of years now, I have read accounts on NDERF of people who have experienced clinical death and been resuscitated after crossing over. Those who have had a positive experience, and even those who at first had a negative one, at times very frightening, followed by a sense of being helped into a more positive one, ALL relate that the overwhelming memory that they bring following their experience is that of LOVE.&nbsp; And that their lives are changed forever. They also become aware that each life has a particular goal and they choose to return to accomplish it.</p> <p>For me, a source of inspiration has often come from Marianne Williamson’s writings, and in particular “A Return to Love”. Permit me to quote a few gems:-</p> <p><font color="#0000ff"><em>“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.” <br></em></font><font color="#0000ff"><em></em></font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff"><em>“We are not held back by the love we didn't receive in the past, but by the love we're not extending in the present.” </em></font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff"><em>“You may believe that you are responsible for what you do, but not for what you think. The truth is that you are responsible for what you think, because it is only at this level that you can exercise choice. What you do comes from what you think. ” </em></font></p> <p>Since the thought precedes the deed, I’ll have to remind myself of these inspiring thoughts to turn my behaviour into something that not only brings me peace and contentment, but results in a kinder disposition towards the world and its living creatures.</p> <p>While I’m far from being keen on resolutions at the beginning of a new year, there is always room for improvement. As an Aries, patience is not my main virtue. It has finally dawned on me after reading about all these NDEs and reflecting on my life, that my goal in this life is probably learning more patience… and more forbearance. Here I am in a new country where I’m investing the later part of my life learning to build a house. I have now been living in my RV on my lot for pretty close to two years. A little at a time, I see my little house going up, yet may not be able to live in it for another year if all goes well. I’m doing this in a small place where at times, one may miss many of the amenities up North. The combination of these two certainly constitute a lesson in patience and forbearance. So I pray that I will finally master these two instead of sometimes chafing at the bit.</p> <p>This morning I came upon this prayer of St. Francis of Assisi. Shamelessly, I borrow from many sources for my own personal edification. At times, from Christian ones, at others from Sufism, Buddhism, Shamanism, Native Spirituality, even Moslem… It is my deepest belief that ALL religions form a pyramid at the base of which is a great diversity of beliefs and religious customs, and at its apex, the Source of Creation, the Universal Intelligence, the Great Spirit, by whatever one may name It.</p> <p>Here is the prayer:</p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">Where there is hatred, let me sow love.</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">Where there is injury, pardon;</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">Where there is doubt, faith;</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">Where there is despair, hope;</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">Where there is darkness, light;</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">And where there is sadness, joy.</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">Oh, Divine Father, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">To be understood, as to understand;</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">To be loved, as to love;</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">For it is in giving that we receive.</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff">And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. <br></font></em><em><font color="#0000ff"></font></em></p> <p><font color="#0000ff"><font color="#333333">I think that it could very well be a universal prayer regardless of any religious content, but based on convictions that would make for a better world if adhered to. </font></font></p> <p>Not an easy task, but let me add that however much I fall short of it, I’ll probably die trying.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d4b7001e-0c36-4249-a1fe-539eddcc775a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Wishes+for+2012" rel="tag">Wishes for 2012</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Love" rel="tag">Love</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Patience" rel="tag">Patience</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Forbearance" rel="tag">Forbearance</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=a+Task+for+Life" rel="tag">a Task for Life</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-51585290661128078222011-11-24T09:23:00.001-06:002011-11-24T09:23:27.364-06:00Saying Thanks<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Although I don’t believe in having just one day on which to show our appreciation for all the gifts and blessings one enjoys in life, perhaps this day is extra-special to also reflect on what those gifts and blessings are.</p> <p>As for me, I am extraordinarily grateful for my new life in a new country. Don’t think for one minute that I can’t appreciate how blessed I am with health and vitality. Those gifts that permit me at my age of 72 to start anew with creativity and hope for the future. When I thought that the rest of my life would be spent in the RV, I’m given this opportunity to design and build my own small house. I love a challenge and this one could hardly fit me any better combining as it does art, practicality, organization, and determination. What’s not to be thankful for?</p> <p>I am grateful for both family and friends here and everywhere. I am grateful for the chance, even in the “boonies” to connect with the world at large with my blogs and for all those who read them. I am grateful for my three dogs who teach me what unconditional love is. </p> <p>I pray that in turn, my little adventure may help others to accept that it is never too late. I wish you all a song dancing in your heart, a head thrilled with a dream, and the health and gumption to forge ahead and make that dream come true.</p> <p><strong><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ce631c" size="5">HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!</font></strong></p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:906d445f-b4c8-40f0-b633-1e6b99f12342" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Giving+thanks" rel="tag">Giving thanks</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Gratitude" rel="tag">Gratitude</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-68182920854784946932011-11-20T16:18:00.001-06:002011-11-20T16:18:50.782-06:00Out worldly???<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>I realize that technically, this post is not strictly about metaphysics. However, people who are ready to look at the evidence for a reality outside the accepted social norms and especially the scientific world might be interested in this.</p> <p>For a number of months now, I have followed Lloyd Pye and his attempts to get the Starchild skull DNA determined. It’s all mind blogging. Pye has written an e-book titled Intervention Theory. I had already heard his arguments in favour of some kind of intervention by an advanced species from another planet in mating with the human species (also called genetic engineering) of which we would be the result. </p> <p>Pye has specialized in hominoids for more than 20 years and has done a lot of research on creatures such as the Yeti in Asia, Bigfoot in our corner of the world and he recently posted a link to the discovery of a Conehead in Peru. Here’s the link:</p> <p><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2063486/Is-alien-skull-Mystery-triangular-shaped-head-Peru.html">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2063486/Is-alien-skull-Mystery-triangular-shaped-head-Peru.html</a></p> <p>There’s another link to such a topic and here it is:</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1f55d70c-6edf-4f34-afab-5f865e4b182f" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="f4f746ed-d8e0-4610-b6d2-e8bff9ea1d08" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1RD49XG12Y&amp;feature=related<br />" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Q1uTzdcS2tA/Tsl8yS9bOPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/jSKw9BdiVD8/videob128dd212586%25255B45%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f4f746ed-d8e0-4610-b6d2-e8bff9ea1d08'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &quot;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width=\&quot;448\&quot; height=\&quot;252\&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=\&quot;movie\&quot; value=\&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/E1RD49XG12Y?hl=en&amp;hd=1\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/param&gt;&lt;embed src=\&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/E1RD49XG12Y?hl=en&amp;hd=1\&quot; type=\&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&quot; width=\&quot;448\&quot; height=\&quot;252\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/embed&gt;&lt;\/object&gt;&lt;\/div&gt;&quot;;" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p>Pye relates the story of Zana a hairy female much in the style of Bigfoot. She lived in Russia, mated with human males, and produced human children. This is the link to her story with photos of her children:</p> <p><a href="http://www.hominology.narod.ru/zanai.htm">http://www.hominology.narod.ru/zanai.htm</a></p> <p>Anyway, this is not for the strangeness or sensational factor that I publish these links. It’s just that while scientists are supposed to look at any previously unknown phenomena with an open mind, they look at any explanation that will nicely fit with old theories. This is commonly called HAVING A CLOSED MIND.</p> <p>Dr. Gary Schwartz, PhD. professor of psychology at the University of Arizona, has founded a department that looks at the evidence of communication with discarnate (spirits) and psychic. As one who has at times been contacted as a medium to transmit messages to those living in the flesh, I certainly have anecdotal evidence of this form of communication, how truly it relates to the living, and how at times it provides comfort. Here’s the link to the Veritas program:</p> <p><a href="http://veritas.arizona.edu/">http://veritas.arizona.edu/</a></p> <p>Dr. Schwartz was interviewed by George Noory, the host of the radio Coast to Coast am that runs from 10 pm to 2 am PST and here’s the link:</p> <p><a href="http://www.coasttocoastam.com/guest/schwartz-gary/5765">http://www.coasttocoastam.com/guest/schwartz-gary/5765</a></p> <p>I find it captivating to <strong>openly</strong> look at any evidence of a world outside our socially acceptable theory of the universe. Isn’t it a lot more interesting than to open a webpage like yahoo to find the latest news about Jennifer Anniston, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, and the stories of children or teenagers who become millionaires before reaching adulthood? How uplifting…</p> <p>As a final note on links for news, whenever I want to find a cross-section of news around the world, I highly recommend the BBC online and here’s a link:</p> <p>Age BBC <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-15391515">http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-15391515</a></p> <p>I hope that you enjoy these links. Now, I can go back to more mundane concerns.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:1189de7e-a806-4bdb-8de5-5f767513718d" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Zana" rel="tag">Zana</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Starchild+Skull" rel="tag">Starchild Skull</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Lloyd+Pye" rel="tag">Lloyd Pye</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Dr.+Gary+Schwartz" rel="tag">Dr. Gary Schwartz</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Veritas+at+University+of+Arizona" rel="tag">Veritas at University of Arizona</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Bigfoot" rel="tag">Bigfoot</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Coneheads" rel="tag">Coneheads</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-79361750278968762172011-11-08T10:57:00.001-06:002011-11-08T10:57:46.901-06:00An Impossible Week--a Recalcitrant Computer—News on Construction<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The week of the Day of the Dead saw an influx of tourists from October 27th up to the middle of last week. Impossible to access the internet because of s…l…o…w……a…s….m…o…l…a…s…s…e…s connection on account of so much traffic. I would usually give up after an hour or more of trying without success. Sorry.</p> <p>Then over the weekend, try as I might, I still could not have access to ANYTHING starting with my opening page at yahoo. I suppose that I had to come to the conclusion that there was something wrong with my equipment. I bought software to speed up my PC and it helped, but just a little. I have problems with the DNS and when I checked my downloads, I realized that for months now, NVidia had failed to update…</p> <p>So I’m taking the contraption tomorrow to Tony in town in the hope that he can straighten up things. So I may not be able to post for a while.</p> <p>The walls are up and taking photos is delayed because of what precedes. Also, I’m having difficulties in accessing both blogs and my email boxes. Never a day without some frustration… guess my task in this life is to learn patience. </p> <p>I got my generator and was able to do my own laundry in my own washer for the first time in 20 months. I never imagined that doing laundry would give me so much satisfaction, almost elation! But it did. Go figure. </p> <p>I’m working on a post about moving to Mexico for many good and all the bad reasons. Coming as soon as I get a more cooperative computer.</p> <p>I’m posting this on both my blogs and apologize for this tardiness.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:84760f67-1d22-423a-b5d4-5a78cc283d7f" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Week+of+Dia+de+los+Muertos" rel="tag">Week of Dia de los Muertos</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Internet+connection+with+Telcel+in+Mexico" rel="tag">Internet connection with Telcel in Mexico</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=News+about+Construction" rel="tag">News about Construction</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-22483417420423160462011-10-16T19:05:00.001-05:002011-10-16T19:05:42.306-05:00Celebrating our Imperfections<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Today I received an email from my friend Yvonne and it really touched a sensitive spot. The photo that I have posted on my blog is as I was in my early to mid-twenties. Is it vanity that made me publish that photo? Perhaps… but I’m not so sure. A lifetime of feeling less for being more is hard to let go of. This photo was taken for my passport when I was going to France to join my fiancé in Marseille. I also had a visa for the Congo to go visit my sister. I did go to Marseille for a few months. Never made it to Brazzaville.</p> <p>To make a long story a bit shorter, after a few years of living together, I realized that my fiancé was never going to get married, at least to me. He kept saying how beautiful the girls on the Riviera were with their incredible bodies being flaunted on the beach in Nice and Cannes. How did it make me feel? Ugly, unworthy, and unlovable. I wasn’t slim enough. . . even though I had starved myself for weeks living on grapefruit and boiled eggs. I got slim ok… but still, it wasn’t enough. Finally I got sick to my soul of feeling rejected for who I was. So after 5 years, I left him despite his assurance of his deep love for me. </p> <p>On the rebound, with my family condemning me for my leaving him, I met with a man who wanted me as I was. . . or so I thought. By then, my health was not at a peak… but I was slim! After four painful miscarriages, I was able to conceive and gave him a daughter and a son. My body felt these assaults and, as if in an attempt to cushion me from pain, I got&nbsp; f a t. Oh the F..&nbsp; word, it isn’t the four letter word that is an insult to our spirit. It is a much shorter one but how much deeper it goes, slicing through your heart and your essential being and the last vestiges of any measure of self-worth. </p> <p>Are we children of God? I think so. I do believe in a Supreme Creator who must love all of us in our imperfections, for why would he/she/it keep on making that many of us falling any distance from perfection?&nbsp; Far too many beautiful young girls go through anorexia, bulimia, self-flagellation in this search for a goal that may never be achieved. Why are we so engaged in a short body life when eternity will eventually greet us as beautiful, powerful, incredibly loved spiritual beings, a reflection of our Creator? And here, I DO mean a genderless parent, all loving, all accepting. When we make these harsh judgements on ourselves, we are doing violence to our essential spirit. I did.</p> <p>I can’t speak for men. But at some level, I think that, if they fall under the supreme judgement of the media, they must feel of lesser worth for having a slight paunch, for hair missing above their forehead, yet having so much more unwanted coming out of their ears and nostrils. Does it affect their sense of self-worth? I can’t say. We are ALL so judgemental. And judging is so far away from loving genuinely, isn’t it?&nbsp; </p> <p>When Yvonne sent me this quote from Einstein, it plunged me in old unresolved pain and deep hurts. If we are NOT the body, how did we get so far away from acknowledging our true essence, which is spirit? </p> <p>Anyway, here it is: </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4bXLk3aqOuo/TptxI0u3geI/AAAAAAAAArc/awShYYzo0xI/s1600-h/einstein-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="einstein-2" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="183" alt="einstein-2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vWq3E68Mje4/TptxTc6uFMI/AAAAAAAAArk/NV09ER7850M/einstein-2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"></a></p> <p>There are many models of us, two-legged creatures. When we limit our vision to that of a perfect body, an engaging smile, or clear blue eyes, we are SHORT-CHANGING who we really are. If an acknowledged genius says this, perhaps we can take note.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:233cf1be-c69b-4647-bf57-fdb272f7101c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=The+F+word" rel="tag">The F word</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Judging" rel="tag">Judging</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Loving+truly" rel="tag">Loving truly</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Quest+for+Perfection" rel="tag">Quest for Perfection</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Self-acceptance" rel="tag">Self-acceptance</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-86581745084578206142011-10-12T09:57:00.001-05:002011-10-12T09:57:59.804-05:00Leaving Comments<p>After checking back and forth from one blog to another, I have discovered that when I choose to embed the comment box, there is a glitch in my Boondocking blog that happens and in the section Archiving, the Post Pages becomes disabled by some glitch, which prevents the comment box from appearing. Why this doesn’t happen in Metaphysical Musings, I’m at a loss to explain. Things that go bump or dumb in the dark…</p> <p>So to avoid any difficulty for readers and myself, I have chosen to have a pop-up window to leave comments; this way, my Post Pages in Archiving does not change itself contrary to my setup.</p> <p>I hope that this will solve the problem. Please let me know by posting a comment. </p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:efd44d62-e220-4d69-a82c-637746724a6a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Leaving+Comments" rel="tag">Leaving Comments</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Glitch+in+Archiving+on+blog" rel="tag">Glitch in Archiving on blog</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-60755096347073953912011-10-05T20:17:00.001-05:002011-10-05T20:17:12.337-05:00Blogs AdSense–Google Help and More…<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>A heartfelt hello to all. You will notice that ads now appear on both my blogs. For the past 2 years I’d given up on posting ads, which even for a few bucks per year, would have helped me in my construction endeavours.</p> <p>I began boondocking a number of years ago but kept notes in a journal. Then I was urged to start a blog, which I did in 2009. Owing to a stupid move on my innocent part, my blog got hijacked. (Yes, I was stupid!) Fortunately, Google finally saw through the operation that had started from South Africa and I got my blog back. Whew… </p> <p>Still I could not fix my AdSense with Google. The problem had begun when I was boondocking at the LTVA at Imperial Dam. Arizona on one side of the Colorado River, California on the other side. While at the LTVA everything that mattered was available in Yuma, AZ but the site was geopolitically located on the California side. The site offered a mail service and I used it. However this was a seasonal address and I had not opened a bank account in Yuma because of that reason. Everything hinged on that and I had no idea how to fix it.</p> <p>I posted my question on the Google Help and was informed that my bank account had to be in my country of residence. I had none, really. So for the past few years, in a total funk about how to fix that problem, I had given up. A word of warning to full-timers. If you start any activity while trekking all over God’s little green acre, keep it simple—I repeat KISS. (Forget the last S-it was for me). Just one address, just one telephone number, just one bank account.</p> <p>Then I moved to Mexico. There was so much to learn—a new language, new customs, new rules and government regulations, official papers, the list could on. My last concern was AdSense, even though it irked me that I had been too dumb to figure it out. I kept checking the help section but going through thousands of answers wore me out and I kept giving up in total frustration. All the while until this day, my Account had been Suspended and I had no idea how to unsuspend it.</p> <p>Now, don’t ask me how I got around this, but I did. I finally connected with a REAL FLESH AND BLOOD PERSON AT GOOGLE!!!!! Yippee!!! And she or he helped me to reinstate my account with a proper country of residence and an official address, even though it is only an Apartado Postal. I really live in the boonies and there is no mail service. A bit annoying this, but I don’t even have a street number. We’re only two houses on my dirt “street”. Still, I wouldn’t change anything. Have you ever felt totally helpless and dumb? Well I have for all those months. </p> <p>My goodness, how could it be that I couldn’t figure this one out? Here I am learning a 4th language, designing a house and delving in construction and construction terms in a new language while I’m no architect (although my workers believe that I am…) and adapting to a new country, new customs at 72! What the heck was wrong with me? A truly humbling experience that one was… No matter, it’s fixed now and I hope that the ads will not annoy anyone. </p> <p>So, please refrain from clicking on an ad just to generate pennies for me. Click only when you are genuinely interested or I’ll be in deep doodoo with Google. </p> <p>I thank all of you for your interest and send my love to all. If you don’t care for any of the ads, just ignore them.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6d025ac0-fd84-4f9a-a932-210379a19d3e" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Google" rel="tag">Google</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=AdSense" rel="tag">AdSense</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=my+Ageing+Brain" rel="tag">my Ageing Brain</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Getting+Help" rel="tag">Getting Help</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Rulltime+RV'ing" rel="tag">Rulltime RV'ing</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=RV'ing+in+Different+Countries" rel="tag">RV'ing in Different Countries</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-67577787022523820352011-10-04T10:13:00.001-05:002011-10-04T10:13:46.893-05:00Making One’s Days Count–cont’d<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>I was a foster parent for almost 10 years, from age 56 to retirement at 65. I will not go into details, but please believe me when I state that there are horrible things done to children. Before that, my professional life had been in administration and translation. After I’d moved to Calgary, I was reluctant to return to serve “the establishment”; I had a desire to serve in my community and in a way, make my days count for something more than help an already replete rich employer make even more money. Fostering was it.</p> <p>In an effort to prepare myself, I read copiously accounts of adults who had been in foster care as children. As well there were many seminars organized for foster parents. They dealt with relevant topics and were very informative. </p> <p>Through all these experiences, I was struck by how nature will help a child undergoing severe trauma to phase completely out of the experience while it lasts. It’s as if the essential part of the self opted out of the body to minimize the pain, in many cases, atrocious. </p> <p>As I mentioned in an earlier post, I have read hundreds of accounts of people dying, then being resuscitated. In cases when the suffering is extreme such as during a criminal attack or through drowning, particularly for children, the soul, for lack of a better word, is released from the body to alleviate or sometimes completely eradicate the pain.</p> <p>The following links are stories of adults and children who underwent such experiences:</p> <p><a href="http://www.nderf.org/donna_nde.htm">http://www.nderf.org/donna_nde.htm</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.nderf.org/charmaine_m_ndes.htm">http://www.nderf.org/charmaine_m_ndes.htm</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.nderf.org/darlene_k_nde.htm">http://www.nderf.org/darlene_k_nde.htm</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.nderf.org/richard_l's_nde.htm">http://www.nderf.org/richard_l's_nde.htm</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.near-death.com/children.html">http://www.near-death.com/children.html</a></p> <p>I hope this can help anyone coping with learning of a friend’s death resulting from a violent attack. As the saying goes, “<em>God in his infinite wisdom, will not give you more than you can bear</em>”, or something of the sort. I recall the story of a man, at least middle aged, who appeared on Oprah. He had been on a plane when it&nbsp; burst into flames. He describes what he saw as Dante’s inferno yet there was something truly transcendental about the event. I’ll let Oprah describe the interview in the next link.</p> <p><a href="http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/What-Oprah-Knows-for-Sure-Close-Calls">http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/What-Oprah-Knows-for-Sure-Close-Calls</a></p> <p>As I mentioned a few times, I believe that we are powerful spiritual beings having a temporal life. The goal seems to be that we should learn as much as we can and spread love, after which we go home.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:5d89f9ca-fbe9-4cca-b46f-b0a450258898" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=NDERF" rel="tag">NDERF</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Crossing+Over" rel="tag">Crossing Over</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-13490591024330407252011-10-02T14:23:00.001-05:002011-10-02T14:23:13.290-05:00Making One’s Days Count…<p>&nbsp;</p> <p><em><strong>“Death in Teheran”</strong></em></p> <p><strong><em>A rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, who had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Teheran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning to his house the master himself met Death, and questioned him, “Why did you terrify and threaten my servant?” “I did not threaten him; I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Teheran,” said Death. </em></strong>(An old Persian tale)</p> <p>In 1963, at age 24, I had been a travel consultant for a few years, working in a travel agency that handled a commercial account for a large aluminum company, one of the largest in the world at that time. It was close to the end of November when earlier in the week, I’d been asked to reserve a seat on Trans-Canada Airlines (now Air Canada)—on any flight close to the end of the day Friday November 29th for, Mr. Mac….., an executive engineer wishing to return home to Toronto. That made him one of very many who wanted to be on one of the hard-to-get flights from Montreal to Toronto at that time of the week. After checking ANY available flight, I called Executive Services and begged for special consideration, given that his company was such an important customer, blah…blah…blah. Finally, on Wednesday, I managed to get him booked on TCA flight 831 leaving around 6 PM on Friday November 29th. Friday morning, I got a call asking me to cancel Mr. Mac….’s reservation as he would stay in Montreal a bit longer. After all my hard work to get him on that flight, I was a bit mystified since he had been so insistent on leaving on Friday. </p> <p>Later that night, it came on the news that TCA flight 831 en route to Toronto had crashed a few minutes after take-off near Ste-Thérèse-de-Blainville, killing all 118 on board. The crash was the worst in Canadian history at that time. My thought immediately went to Mr. Mac….. who had escaped death by a few hours.</p> <p>Monday morning back to work, I was thrilled to mention to my co-workers how Mr. Mac….. had probably had a premonition and cancelled just in time. Around 10 AM, the secretary who had worked so diligently to get him on that flight called me. Those dates and times, I can never forget. She explained that the executive had been invited by some friends--it was the hunting season and game was abundant in the Laurentians--and he’d decided to try his luck. Unfortunately, he’d been killed in the wee hours on Saturday morning by a stray bullet… could I arrange for his body to be transported to Toronto.</p> <p>I was chilled to the bone and remained in a daze all day long. I had never met the client, but his fate impressed me for the rest of my life. Are our days counted? By mere hours? His flight had left without him around 6 PM on Friday and the bullet had hit him around 5 AM on Saturday…</p> <p>Later in life, I was struck by similar odd timings. My dad had died on April 22nd, 4 days short of his birthday on April 26th. The same happened to my mom who passed away on January 17th, three days before her birthdate of January 20th. Through the years, I took notice of how often this would prove to be true. That we were allotted a number of years of physical life even if it meant shaving it by a short number of days, even hours. No more. I could hardly reach any other conclusion.</p> <p>(…to be continued on a later post)</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d395818b-b58c-4575-96fa-3a06289f7ef4" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=The+Length+of+a+Life" rel="tag">The Length of a Life</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-56938683148159102872011-09-25T12:26:00.001-05:002011-09-25T12:26:28.829-05:00The Meaning of Life<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Once more, I watched Renee Pasarow’s video about her dying and crossing over into the spirit realm. I have read about HUNDREDS of Near-Death Experiences and what strikes me in most of them is that the term Near-Death Experience is a misnomer. These people DIED and were brought back to their physical body. Medicine has taken giant and extraordinary leaps into resuscitating bodies that had flat-lined and been declared clinically dead. But this is not what it’s all about…</p> <p>Renee is asked “Have you found what the meaning of your life is?” Her reply is simple, “The meaning of life is to give one’s LIFE MEANING.”&nbsp; That meaning is based on LOVE. Love does not judge. Love does not compete. Love does not mean achievements or riches. Love given freely is like a ripple that reaches every human on this earth, it is so powerful. Mother Theresa said, ‘There are no great deeds, just small deeds done with great love.’ If that was indeed her philosophy, look at what she accomplished…</p> <p>Again, after reading and listening to hundreds of experiencers of the crossing over into the spirit realm, it becomes impossible for me to deny that however insignificant we may feel in the physical world, we are in fact mighty spiritual beings having a physical existence. </p> <p>While I do not identify with any religious group, I have for years found resonance in Native Spirituality. As a child and teenager I had a very difficult life. I do not recall ever being hugged or told, ‘I love you.’ There was no celebrating birthdays or Christmas. My world was filled with harshness and violence. In their own way, my parents did their best according to what they knew at any given time, given the harshness and difficulties of their own existence. It is impossible for me to hold a grudge. Yet, in spite of all, I did find softness, gentleness, and love with animals. </p> <p>Later in life, I found that my beliefs were really close to those of many First Nations elders, namely that the Earth is a living being, that we, humans, are all connected not only with each other, but with all of Creation. No attempt is made to develop or adopt a theology, or knowledge of God, as the Creator is so beyond our human understanding that it is a fruitless pursuit. That we are bound to care for all of the created world and that the Earth is our mother, a great being with a destiny of her own. All these have been confirmed by the NDErs. </p> <p>What I have learnt from those who had crossed over and crossed back is that all that sustains life is LOVE. That what brought us into existence is LOVE. All that has any meaning is LOVE. In our times of strife, hate, vindictiveness, violence, material pursuits as an end in themselves, veneration of riches and physical beauty (if you don’t believe me, just watch the news), denial of death, judgmental decrees about other species, other societies, other races (isn’t there just ONE human race after all?), defilement of our beautiful planet, all of our actions are antithetical to the true meaning of life, and as far away from love as possible.</p> <p>I guess that I’m making a judgment of my own life before crossing over. Practice, I hope. I think it was Socrates who said, ‘The unexamined life is not worth living’. I’ve been doing a lot of that these past few years. In my life, I have made more mistakes than I care to remember. I suppose that I have equally forgotten some good deeds. However, based on what I have learnt from those who have met their own judgment on the other side and upon re-entering a human existence, have turned their life around some 180 degrees, they are walking the talk. I hope to live the rest of my life doing the same.</p> <p>I beg you to please refrain from thinking that I am preaching. We all have freedom of choice, don’t we? <strong>I’m just sharing</strong>. My goal in settling here in Mexico and building my own little place was and still is to celebrate the gift of creativity from the Creator and to share my life with my beloved dogs. A choice that I have been denied North of the border in both the U.S. and Canada. </p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:387d6499-3dea-4d23-8e42-2b4bc94fc61f" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Love" rel="tag">Love</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Meaning+of+Life" rel="tag">Meaning of Life</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=NDEs" rel="tag">NDEs</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Pets" rel="tag">Pets</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Move+to+Mexico" rel="tag">Move to Mexico</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-43428309350886492182011-09-17T12:55:00.001-05:002011-09-17T12:55:05.622-05:00A Riveting Account of Death and Return to “Life”<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>I am aware that this title may appear ghoulish but it is nothing of the sort. It is a deeply touching and edifying account of a woman who was dead for many minutes (at least 20) if I count right from her telling. Her name is Renee Pasarow. She’s a Baha’i and her talk is addressing a Baha’i congregation.</p> <p>Please be patient with her introduction, which is concerning her faith. I promise it is worth it. I’m not sure of the rights concerning this video and do not dare embed it here. Besides, it’s in two parts, and a little long. So, here’s the link:</p> <p><a href="http://lightafterlife.com">http://lightafterlife.com</a></p> <p>I have read numerous accounts of what are called NDEs, which in my view is a misnomer. Most of these people have indeed died, gone where we are all heading one day, and have been brought back into their bodies. Almost each one returns to a physical life with reluctance; most are brought back for the love of close ones. And ALL are profoundly changed from the experience, which leads them to a less materialistic life, a more spiritual one. I, as well, have been changed from reading so many accounts. More than ever, I realize that all that brings us into this life is love and all that will carry us over to a better one is also LOVE.</p> <p>To read more, please check NDERF, scroll down to the right of the opening page and you will find Exceptional NDEs. Here’s the link </p> <p><a href="http://www.nderf.org/">http://www.nderf.org/</a></p> <p>Comments welcome.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6c4e53c4-4b8c-473b-9a81-cacdafdd7236" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=NDERF" rel="tag">NDERF</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Renee+Pasarow" rel="tag">Renee Pasarow</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Near-death+experience" rel="tag">Near-death experience</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-21654327975475380392011-09-14T18:34:00.001-05:002011-09-14T18:34:34.810-05:00Remarkable Near-Death Experience<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>I know that I don’t publish often on this blog. I have only daytime to be on the computer because of my living conditions (RV with solar energy &amp; batteries), which limit my use of the computer. And with construction, looking after plants and my three dogs, cooking, shopping, cleaning, etc. my days are quite filled. </p> <p>I have posted a link to the Near-Death Experience Foundation, which has for years now, collected and published reports of near-death experiences. While there are very remarkable stories, this one is recent although the experience itself is not recent. The reason that this one strikes me as exceptional is that there is no attempt to identify the Being of Love on the other side. </p> <p>Before I go on, here is the link <a href="http://www.nderf.org/michaele_s_nde.htm">http://www.nderf.org/michaele_s_nde.htm</a></p> <p>Since I have no religious affiliation, it relieved me of a slight unease thinking of my crossing over. What or Whom shall meet me on the other side? It also relieves me of the whole judgement question. I have read it over and over these past few days and still think it is an exceptional account bar none.</p> <p>I hope you get from it what I did.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:950ece0e-8c27-41a9-bbee-41bc18d0fece" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Near-death+experiences" rel="tag">Near-death experiences</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=NDERF" rel="tag">NDERF</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Crossing+Over" rel="tag">Crossing Over</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-79326973578735719372011-08-25T16:29:00.001-05:002011-08-25T16:29:12.916-05:00The Magic and Power of Water<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Back when I was in the Seniors apartment, I had access to a wonderful public library a stone’s throw away and I took advantage of it. I have always been interested in all kinds of topics and when I came across a new one, I read avidly about it. There is a public library in Tequisquiapan but my command of Spanish is not equal to either French or English. Topics that would interest me are therefore, for the moment, out of bounds of intelligent comprehension. So you can only imagine how thrilled I was when I discovered that interviews and documentaries existed on the internet on topics of interest.</p> <p>One of these, which fascinated me then, and does now, is the study that Dr. Masaru Emoto made of water. To put it in a gist, he found that water had the ability to respond to thoughts, even written words, that were directed toward it. It would take too much time to write about it all. Besides, there are several representations of his findings, all compelling. If you have the tendency to think out of the box, you will appreciate Dr. Emoto’s work.</p> <p><a href="http://www.enwaterment.com/01-emoto.html">http://www.enwaterment.com/01-emoto.html</a></p> <p>I would have liked to include the video but there are four parts, all equally remarkable. </p> <p>My connection to the net is via Telcel wireless and is, even at the best of time, quite iffy, fluctuating so that I often have to wait 20 minutes to view a 2 minute video. There is also the fact that my source of electric power is via solar energy, best available during daylight hours.</p> <p>I would welcome your comments after you have viewed the video(s).</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:00d9b16b-288e-4885-a671-241ae71b1824" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Water" rel="tag">Water</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Thoughts+and+Emotions" rel="tag">Thoughts and Emotions</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Dr.+Masaru+Emoto" rel="tag">Dr. Masaru Emoto</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-9463252111542662011-07-03T15:26:00.001-05:002011-07-03T15:28:55.629-05:00Death as a Teacher<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>I have been away from this blog far too many months. Although it is not an excuse, I have to admit that my other blog and all the events I described in it used up a lot of my energy and time. </p> <p>I just re-read the two books I had kept years ago, written by Dr. Brian L. Weiss, a doctor in psychiatry in Miami, Florida. The first one is titled “Many Lives, Many Masters” and the second one “Through Time into Healing”. In the first one, he describes how he stumbled across how past life recall by a patient under hypnosis can reveal prior lives experiences to be the cause of current life problems. The second is further exploration of how patients’ prior lives had influenced their current one.</p> <p>After reading also about the near-death experiences of hundreds of people described in the website Near Death Experience Foundation, I have come to the understanding that being born is far more traumatic than dying. The latter is simply going back home. Yet, virtually all who pass through that portal report that they have a comprehensive, yet instantaneous, life review of which they are the sole judge. Certain lessons were learnt or the soul might chose either a return to the current life or else, may well have to repeat a similar life for the lesson to be learnt.</p> <p>On a more personal basis, I am aware of some prior lives of mine and in reviewing them, I can see how my failure to learn a specific lesson has run through many other lives. Strangely enough, material realizations count for naught. The only values to permeate a physical life are twofold – LOVE and LEARNING. To me, it is quite clear how our eventual death can be a life teacher…</p> <p>When I think of facing my own judgement at my passing over, what am I likely to find? Will I be satisfied with my accomplishments in these terms, Love and Learning, or will I have to do it all over again? In this sense, contemplating one’s inevitable death can be a very wise teacher. And it can eradicate Fear completely. This lack of fear has inspired many of my decisions in life. Particularly in this later part of my life.&nbsp; </p> <p>I have stated that I am more spiritual than religious. The fundamental reason for this is that I want to assume complete responsibility for my thoughts and actions. Not in terms of following specific dictates of a religion, whatever it may be, but simply by reckoning that I am one with the universe and the universe includes all that lives. That would be me, as well. I must be, and will be, accountable. I, alone.&nbsp; </p> <p>Let my life be one of sins by commission, not by omission, which would be fear-based. You may well ask me, what about Faith? I have unshakeable faith that in using the gifts granted me by the Source of Creation, I can live without fear of anything. Life on the road has taught me that when an unforeseen complication or event occurs, help is already on the way. It has been proven to me time and time again. But I must assume MY responsibilities, physical, mental, and&nbsp; spiritual. It all boils down to a simple truth found in all religions. The Golden Rule.</p> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-49386071214184889732011-03-13T19:48:00.001-06:002011-03-14T12:21:22.392-06:00When Will We Ever Learn?<p>This is a post meant to remind us of how lucky we are. And how we can care better. And the lessons that I am personally getting, and would not ever dream of imposing on anyone, yet wish to share. Also, it shows how the so-called myth of Atlantis can suddenly change from myth to history, sceptics notwithstanding. How it can explain, to our horrified eyes, how an entire region can suddenly disappear almost in the blink of an eye and leave practically no trace.</p> <p>There have been many prophecies, notably from Edgar Cayce, that foresaw the disappearance of Japan. I, for one, tended to be sceptical. Even in my wildest conjectures, I could not imagine how it would ever happen. I was also guilty of ascribing Atlantis to some mythical past. With the vivid example of tragic Japan, it appears that a gigantic tsunami caused Atlantis to be eradicated from the map. Plato, whom we can credit with credibility after all, spoke of Atlantis. Not as a mythical place, but a very real one, even giving its location. And so, despite my own paranormal experiences, I stand just as guilty as many who will not believe without seeing. Perhaps it is that we must <strong>first believe in order to see</strong>. What follows is the latest link about Atlantis.</p> <p><a title="http://news.yahoo.com/video#video=24519815" href="http://news.yahoo.com/video#video=24519815">http://news.yahoo.com/video#video=24519815</a></p> <p>On a more practical level though, I think that we, living in some of the most advanced industrialized countries of the world at present, do display a certain arrogance. One new technology at a time, we have grown used, even expecting, to have machines do for us what we used to do by hand. I’m not advocating that we revert to the lifestyle of our ancestors in pioneers days. But couldn’t we exercise a bit more restraint? Just because we CAN does not imply that we SHOULD. Nuclear energy, supposedly clean, permits us the use of ever more power for our convenient labour-saving devices. Yet, it can potentially destroy lives and the very environment on which we depend for our continued existence. Where’s the wisdom?</p> <p>Why spend millions on research to create by cloning living creatures? Nature does it magnificently with a lot less trouble… and expenditure. In our quest for more power to run all our convenient machines, we have distanced ourselves from our earth roots. With that, we have altered the face of the very “living being”, the Earth also called Gaia, that sustains our life, and this at the expense of other living species. We have irremediably poisoned the very source of the food that sustains our existence, the soil. </p> <p>Years ago I read a most enlightening book titled “<strong><em>Sastun</em></strong>”, about a Mayan <em>curandero </em>or bush doctor called Don Emilio Panti and his trainee Rosita Arvigo. The source of all his medicines came from plants from the rain forest in Belize. One day, as they were both trekking up the hill to go collect plants, he remarked to Rosita as they were passing a field planted with watermelons glistening in the early morning sun, exclaiming, “… Look at these melons shiny from poison. I wouldn’t touch one. They (those who were growing the melons) are fooling themselves thinking that they can go on withdrawing without depositing first! Who would expect a bank to keep on giving without deposits?”</p> <p>Far from me to think in terms of sin and punishment. But I do believe in an Almighty. benevolent God. I do believe that we reap what we sow. As I do believe in giving respect and gratitude for the extraordinary bounty provided on our home planet. As Gandhi once said, “There is enough for everyone’s Need, but not for everyone’s Greed.”&nbsp; </p> <p>My compassionate prayers go to the unfortunate people of Japan. What next after earthquakes, a horrific tsunami, two nuclear explosions and possible meltdowns, and to top it all, an erupting volcano? Besides people from many countries providing material aid, we need to join in dedicated prayers around the world to help relieve the incredible suffering of companion human beings. Beyond the physicality of other human beings, we do share a spiritual (metaphysical) bond, don’t we?</p> <p>&nbsp; <object width="630" height="354"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/nl/ynews/site/player.swf"></param><param name="wmode" value="opaque"></param><param node="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="flashVars" value="vid=24512103&amp;lang=en-CA"></param><embed width="630" height="354" src="http://d.yimg.com/nl/ynews/site/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=24512103&amp;autoPlay=true&amp;volume=100&amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;lang=en-CA"></embed></object></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><object width="630" height="354"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/nl/ynews/site/player.swf"></param><param name="wmode" value="opaque"></param><param node="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="flashVars" value="vid=24519815&amp;lang=en-CA"></param><embed width="630" height="354" src="http://d.yimg.com/nl/ynews/site/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=24519815&amp;autoPlay=true&amp;volume=100&amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;lang=en-CA"></embed></object></p> <p>With the apparent acceptance that Atlantis may have existed after all, so do I hope that one day, metaphysical musings no longer be wild conjectures born of fanciful imaginings, but an accepted part of our very human existence. The part that recognizes a shared spiritual bond beyond our cherished physical, therefore limited, perceptions.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:0e849e6e-0a95-4ad9-906e-c831f9ba9e4b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Japan" rel="tag">Japan</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Atlantis" rel="tag">Atlantis</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Metaphycal+musings" rel="tag">Metaphycal musings</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-86535069984774264062011-02-09T10:13:00.000-06:002011-02-09T10:13:15.166-06:00Not so Metaphysical Post from boondocking bloggerThis post was published on&nbsp;my other blog by mistake.&nbsp;I compose on&nbsp;Windows Live Writer, using the boondocking blogger template as it is&nbsp;black on white.&nbsp;The colour scheme of this blog is not rendered well&nbsp;in the draft mode and this makes it harder to see. This time however, I&nbsp;published the post to&nbsp;the other&nbsp;blog without thinking.&nbsp;As a matter of interest, I looked at the proposed links for world map representations and found one&nbsp;that was most appealing. And is probably more accurate as it was created by NASA. It is the Winkel-tripel-projection at <a href="http://www.winkel.org/other/Winkel%20Tripel%20Projections.htm">http://www.winkel.org/other/Winkel%20Tripel%20Projections.htm</a><br /><br />Surfing the net can yield surprising results. Having been skeptical about anything that I could not apprehend through the five senses myself for many years, it was almost a <em>modus vivendi </em>to doubt. To ask for proof, even if seldom receiving any, but heck! I had to support my belief system! Or, shall I say disbelief?<br />After experiences that I would term as shattering as they negated all that I had been living by, I returned, after 20 years, to asking questions. And I kept at it. Still do. Now, I’m interested in learning all about searching for possibilities, especially since my exposure to things unfathomable to perception (mine) through the accepted five senses has brought me surprising discoveries... I know that I mentioned Winston Wu in a previous post. He simply is using the tactics that I used for debunking anything that didn’t fit in my own concept of the universe. Thankfully, I’m now more accepting that there isn’t just one version of the Universe and that there might be other “realities out there”.&nbsp; The ultimate Reality, however, might still be beyond our ken.<br />However, in this post, I want to mention Lloyd Pye, the Hominid and Starchild researcher, who has a very interesting video about climates across the map, and eventually relates it all to the map that we use in the Western World. It’s mind-blowing. It makes it awfully hard to refute the findings, i.e. the accepted concept that the Mercator map (dating back to 1569) <strong>is representing the Earth continents correctly</strong>. <strong>It appears all wrong!</strong> Period. I recall that years ago, I did wonder why, if the Equator sits halfway between the Northern and Southern hemispheres, in fact delineating them, the <strong>physical </strong>representation of this hypothetical line should be so LOW down on the world map. But it was no more than a fleeting thought. <em><span style="color: #804040;">(I was young and foolish, in those days.)&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></em><br />I had seen the Peter map, or its twin, claiming that our Europeo-centric concept was all wrong. However, since this was the period of my ardent socialist days, I eventually relegated it to “Things to Check Out…Later”. This is much later, but never too late. Enough said. I hope that you check this out for yourselves at <a href="http://www.petersmap.com/page9.html" title="http://www.petersmap.com/page9.html">http://www.petersmap.com/page9.html</a><br /><br />Fascinating. Not exactly the most esthetic,&nbsp;or even accurate as was pointed out to me. But an eye-opener.<br /><br /><div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:86cc9f31-11dc-489f-a6a7-1e45b37a30e8" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Mercator+map" rel="tag">Mercator map</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Representation+of+earth+continents+on+map" rel="tag">Representation of earth continents on map</a></div>Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-46717758544429561092011-02-08T11:51:00.001-06:002011-02-08T11:51:29.438-06:00An Excellent Read for the Validity of Psychic Phenomena<p align="left"><i>“<b>Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.”</b></i><b> - Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher</b></p> <p>I’m reminded of the time when it was widely believed that the Earth was flat, and at the center of the known Universe. Galileo was jailed for proposing that it was round and revolving around the sun. Lucky for us that he wasn’t killed for such a heresy! For anyone who is interested in having a different look at the denials of the so-called skeptics or debunkers of psi phenomena, this treatise by Winston Wu presents compelling arguments in favour of open-mindedness. It can be found at <a href="http://www.debunkingskeptics.com/">http://www.debunkingskeptics.com/</a> together with such a number of&nbsp; links that, I for one, have had and will continue to have hours of delicious reading. When I say delicious, I mean mind candy. It’s been said that the mind is like a parachute. It works best (or only?) when it’s open. </p> <p>Here’s a little joke about what Wu calls “rationalization through cognitive dissonance”. One woman meets another for the first time and, after an introductory chit-chat, asks her, “…Have you ever been to Australia?”; to which the other responds in the negative. The first one then exclaims, “… Oh! Then you probably know my sister, She’s never been there either”. I’m aware that it’s facetious, but sometimes, a joke or cartoon gets closer to depicting reality than we could express in a thousand words. </p> <p>Seriously now and for the record, let me state that, after 20 years of atheism and even dogmatic <strong>dis</strong>belief, when I came to personally experience so-called psychic phenomena, I kept doubting even the reality of what I was experiencing. Yet I could hardly deny that those experiences were validated to me in that, most of the time, they were about helping someone other than myself. For instance, just discovering how past lives had serious implications in one’s life when difficult relationships or seemingly insoluble problems kept occurring invariably made that person burst into tears. Those tears and even the almost choking reaction were proof enough to me. Such a spontaneous and immediate reaction could hardly be faked. </p> <p>Here’s what I think about the experiences I’ve had and all the others that skeptics invalidate. They were of such a personal and individual nature, how can one replicate them under detached lab conditions? However, Dr. Gary Schwartz, a professor of psychology at the University of Arizona, devised experiments that left no doubt about the validity and accuracy of psychic readings. But it did involve <strong>real living individuals</strong> with their unique traits and experiences. And it invariably had an emotional content. Wu has definitely done ample research and is <u>so not</u> stingy in quoting or giving references, arguments pro and con, that it amounts to a course. I’m still learning from it. Its tone is calm, matter-of-fact, never strident as that of those who have been termed pseudo-skeptics, or “debunkers”. </p> <p>Randi, Carl Sagan, and cohorts—step aside!</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:38744f0a-2297-445e-8d02-89d2e6403c1b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Psychic+phenomena" rel="tag">Psychic phenomena</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Pseudo-skepticism" rel="tag">Pseudo-skepticism</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-58409050098961352852011-01-30T18:04:00.001-06:002011-01-30T18:11:29.034-06:00An Astrological Chart as Doorway<p>When I began studying astrology, way back in 1976, it appealed to me as a logical, analytical approach to an otherwise “esoteric” subject. It is said that astrology is both a science and an art. I fully concur. There is so much to memorize that just that part takes years. While it is easy to analyze bits and parts of the natal chart, it is coalescing all these that makes it an art, the synthesis of all the parts in order to REALLY see the person. It is the most difficult aspect of astrology. Based on my own experience, I would venture to say that it takes about 10 years of practice before it finally makes sense.</p> <p>I’d been a practicing astrologer for some twelve or thirteen years when I was asked to erect natal charts for two boys and delineate them for the mother. She never said why she wanted the charts done. One boy, John Francis, was 13 years old, Nicki was 9 years old. I began with the older boy and sure enough, his character and personality were clear and unmistakable. The real person emerged. I recall that he was a Capricorn. I haven’t kept the charts so cannot recall what his Ascendant was. He was a serious boy, good with numbers, with a rather quiet mien. His passion was music.</p> <p>For some reason, I couldn’t get a grasp of Nicki as a person and this was highly unusual. Nothing coalesced and further analysis seemed fruitless. I was thoroughly frustrated. So I decided that I would begin with John Francis and apologize to mom when the time came to talk about Nicki (he was an Aquarius). I had not seen any major problem with the older boy and after I’d finished with his chart, I excused myself for water and decided that I’d end it right then and there.</p> <p>I returned and just as I sat down and took Nicki’s char in hand, got a sudden but (unfortunately) clear vision of Nicki’s past life experience. Here, I want to explain what it feels like (to me) to get a vision. Just think of the movie ET, or Forrest Gump, or Gone with the Wind. Instantly the whole story instantly comes to mind. The characters. Scenes, decor, and even music are immediately recalled. Beginning and ending with all that’s in between. Now, try and relate it all to one who has never seen the movie. It will take much much longer than a few minutes. I call a vision a “capsule of instant knowledge”. And that knowledge does not derive from personally lived experiences. In other words, it is totally alien to the one having the vision. When it comes, I feel my body vibrate at a much higher frequency than normal. Honestly, I don’t like it. I’ve asked why I get them and been instructed, “…When it helps someone”. I gathered it meant anyone but me. (<em><font color="#804040">Sure, why not!</font></em>)</p> <p>Back to Nicki, here’s what I saw. Nicki as a young soldier looking about 20 years old, in fatigues, stuck in a hole in the ground about 4 feet long by about 30 inches wide and no more than 4 feet high. The hole was covered by planks and some sunlight filtered between the planks. I could also see armed soldiers walking around the area, obviously the enemy. My first reaction was thinking Second World War. Then I got a firm psychic rebuttal, “…Don’t interpret!”. It was then given to me, the Korean War about which I knew nothing. It was all instantaneous, but it did take some time relating. Then I “saw” an older soldier, tall and quite lanky, a Corporal, a bit older, walk around the hole, appearing as if not really doing anything since he was watched. However, he was telling the boy in the hole, “… hang in there brother… we’ll soon be out of here…” and words to show support to the “prisoner” who was no relation, just comrade in arms.</p> <p>All that the boy in the hole received was a handful of rice to eat a day. I could even “see” him looking for grains of rice in the dirt he was so hungry. His suffering was intense and he often asked to die, any kind of hope alien to his pain. He could perceive darkness, but in his hole in which he could neither stand, nor really lie down, just sit with knees bent, he’d beg God to let him die, quickly, instead of this slow starvation and dehydration. At times, when somehow he’d managed to curl up to try to sleep, he would feel his essence, or soul, leave his body. He’d despair as it would reintegrate the body in the hole. The filth was unbearable in the heat. </p> <p>It took him three weeks before his wish was granted. </p> <p>It was my first experience receiving account of a past life. Cautiously, I asked the mother what she knew about reincarnation. She had an open mind, she said. So, with several promptings from “the other side” I decided to relate what I’d been given.</p> <p>As she listened, quite intently, her face became like a pale stone mask, and once I’d finished, she exclaimed, “…Oh my god, oh my god, now I understand”. She then proceeded to tell me that she’d had no problem with John Francis, just with Nicki. These two were her only children. It turned out that ever since Nicki had been 2 years old, he would ask her every night before going to bed, “Mom, am I going to die tonight?” She’d been devastated by what may have prompted that question. She had no idea how such a young child had developed this terrible worry. Or where it had come from. Every night, Nicki would insist that his door be left open with a light on in the hallway and in the morning, invariably they’d find Nicki in JF’s bed. It was still ongoing. All this, she related with tears streaming down her face.</p> <p>But mom was also concerned about a more serious problem. I recall that this interview took place a week or two after Thanksgiving. Regardless of how much had been served in Nicki’s plate, she said, within less an hour after a big meal, Nicki would stand before the open fridge, looking for something to eat. This after getting second helpings, at his request. He was insatiable, she felt. He was chubby and mom couldn’t figure out what to do about it. Her family and that of her husband were all quite slim, with no known eating disorder. </p> <p>I knew from accounts of some prevailing conditions at death having a repercussion in the next life. For instance, that many overweight people had died of starvation in a past life and had brought this “psychic” hunger into another life. No amount of food could make up for starvation in a previous body. Yet the hunger persisted, never abated. I suggested that, if it was in accordance with her belief, she talk to Nicki about his past life experience, but much later. He was too young to fathom such a concept. She thanked me. I wished her good luck. </p> <p>Fast forward to some 30 years later when I’d met Len and his wife at Clark Canyon Reservoir, boondocking as I was. They had invited me to their home in Hamilton, Montana and we’d become fast friends. When I heard that Len was a Korean War veteran, I thought I’d query him on my “vision”. I had been a child during the Korean War. Besides, it had involved American Armed Forces, not Canada. What I knew of the Korean War was zilch. Zero. My slate had been blank until the vision about Nicki. Well… Len confirmed it all. He said that this kind of torment had been inflicted on American POWs who needed to be “punished” and that whatever I had “seen” had in fact taken place. He even hinted at much worse. I had seen enough with Nicki’s previous life ordeal. I had no inclination to check any of it out. Here, let me point out that at times, the medium suffers pain vicariously. Believe me, I had no curiosity whatsoever. Not from the “other side”, not from Len.</p> <p>That was a first. Not a last.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:c61d6a69-ebea-46f8-b652-5848042e9558" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Reincarnation" rel="tag">Reincarnation</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Past+Life+History" rel="tag">Past Life History</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Astrological+chart" rel="tag">Astrological chart</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Korean+War" rel="tag">Korean War</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-71902524926285849552011-01-16T18:18:00.002-06:002011-01-16T18:24:08.389-06:00An Unpleasant Ghost EncounterI felt very lucky to have found a 3 bedroom townhouse where my young children and I, not forgetting the dogs, would be able to settle down. After a number of months of turmoil renting a second floor flat above another where a family that seemed quite demented and violent lived, we needed to get out for peace, if not to save our lives. Once, as they were returning from school, my son and daughter who were then 6 and 9 years old, were met at the door by one of the downstairs children who threw a bucket full of water all over them. They were drenched and in tears. And cold as it was late fall. These people had threatened to kill our dog Chester, a white shepherd. I was afraid they would do it so I had him adopted to a farm. They had once fired a gun and the bullet had gone right through our balcony. The mother (there was no father) appeared as deranged as the children. I was reluctant to involve the police for fear of serious retaliation while I was at work. It had become not only intolerable, but dangerous, as well. I was determined to find a place that we could call our own. As soon as possible.<br />The townhouse that appealed to me had belonged to a family for 22 years. Two daughters, now adults, had grown in it. After the father had a stroke and died suddenly in the second floor bathroom, his widow would no longer live in the house alone and put it up for sale, “as is”. The house had been on the market for 6 months when I made an offer. Thus far the widow had refused every buyer’s offer, so I didn’t feel very hopeful. Particularly since my offer was the lowest of all... I guess she was tired of the whole thing because she took it without any counter offer. What a relief, what joy! <br />I was able to break the lease and we moved in on April 1st. It meant moving the children to a new school a few months short of the school year end. But safety first. Everything was turning quite well for us. The interior was dated and a bit grungy. However, I had to wait until I’d get enough money to make some changes. That came later in the fall. I can’t recall what the colour scheme was; but I do remember that the carpet in the staircase was an ugly mustard yellow colour. Many of the walls needed to be refreshed. Definitely in different colours. I began tackling the work myself on weekends. <br />At times, I had felt a presence in the house, but had dismissed it. However, once I’d started to make the changes, that feeling became stronger. Again, I dismissed it all, unaccustomed as I was to all things metaphysical. However, I could sense that something unusual (to me) was going on. Only, I didn’t know what. Besides, we all had to unburden the fear and upset from the previous place. That was probably it.<br />Later in the fall, my older son came for a visit for just a couple days. He was on his way to Cyprus with the Peace Keeping Corps. The house had a den in the basement with a window and a couch that could serve as a room for a few days.&nbsp; During one night, my son had disturbing nightmares and also felt very uneasy in the house. That was getting way too unsettling. <br />As I went on removing the mustard yellow carpet is when I began to get a sense of a field of anger in the house. I’d consulted a psychic who, I’d hoped, would tell me what was happening, either a ghost or me losing it. He was sort of a “ghost whisperer”, I suppose. He’d met me at the door, invited me in. As we sat down, he’d looked at me, then exclaimed, “Do you know that there’s a man right behind your back?”&nbsp; I could feel myself shivering from a sudden cold around me. <br />I then related all that had been happening. He asked me if I knew the name of the man who used to live in the house, I did. His name was Fred *…. He said that when a person dies suddenly, oftentimes, he/she is not aware of having crossed over. He added that my “luck” in getting the house had been engineered by Fred as he somehow influenced his wife to refuse offers until I showed up, without a husband. He said that he’d try to convince Fred to move on. I hoped that I would now feel secure in my home!<br />But I guess I’d crossed a line with Fred when I began to remove the mustard yellow carpet. Had it been his pride and joy? It wasn’t mine, at all. His anger appeared to be on account of the “changes” and the presence of any man in the house. Finally, I had had enough. Now I was getting very upset as I was once more feeling his anger surrounding me. I said out loud, totally exasperated, “…Fred, you’re dead! Now this is my house and I will do to it what I want. Go and don’t disturb me anymore. THIS IS MY HOUSE!”&nbsp; Shaking, tools still in hand, I stood in the middle of the staircase. Until I felt a sense of relief and silence wash all over me a few moments after my outburst. From that point on, the house stayed quiet and I kept making all the changes I had set my heart on.<br />My very first encounter with a ghost. Quite unpleasant.<br /><div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:9be996ef-9163-401b-bf9f-48ad7d8d49b0" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Ghosts" rel="tag">Ghosts</a></div>Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-1161896368387811952011-01-01T10:32:00.001-06:002011-01-01T10:32:40.615-06:00New Year Wishes<p><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#008040" size="4"><strong></strong></font></p> <p><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#008040" size="4"><strong></strong></font>&nbsp;</p> <p><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#008040" size="4"><strong>IRISH</strong></font></p> <p><strong><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#008000" size="4">May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow,</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#008000" size="4">May the soft winds freshen your spirit,</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#008000" size="4">May the sunshine brighten your heart,</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#008000" size="4">May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you,</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#008000" size="4">And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.</font></strong></p> <p>and a freely translated Spanish wish,</p> <p><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#0000ff" size="4"><strong>Health, Love, and Wealth</strong></font></p> <p><font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#0000ff" size="4"><strong>And time to Enjoy them All!</strong></font></p> <p>Stargazer</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:c909741f-54d9-490f-bc1f-31fd1169b390" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=New+Year+Wishes" rel="tag">New Year Wishes</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-60137270653944893982010-12-19T16:27:00.001-06:002010-12-19T16:27:32.425-06:00Discoveries. . .<p>Quite by accident, I discovered this site put up by Lloyd Pye, a researcher in what he terms "Alternative Knowledge". He had been researching Hominids, which would include Sasquatch, Yeti, or the Abominable Showman. However, his research was interrupted in 1999 by a request from a couple in El Paso to check out for whatever information he could get on two skulls that had been discovered by a young girl in the '30s in Mexico, some 150 miles southwest of Chihuahua. She had held on to what she called her "souvenirs" but finding herself close to death, had given them to that couple in El Paso.</p> <p>He accepted the challenge thinking that it would not involve more than a couple of months, 6 months maximum. He took the two skulls to a number of laboratories and began a saga that, not only would pit him against established scientific "dogma", but ended up involving him for close to 12 years of his life!</p> <p>With the advent of DNA research becoming more and more advanced, he finally got some answers in 2010. For me, watching his video, it presented some answers to troubling questions about our human origins. It's pretty difficult to deny the very physical presence of that skull, even harder to deny the DNA results now that it has finally been subjected to more advanced DNA analysis.</p> <p>If you are interested, check this short presentation at:</p> <p><a title="http://www.starchildproject.com/" href="http://www.starchildproject.com/">http://www.starchildproject.com/</a></p> <p>For a more comprehensive presentation taking us to the discovery of the skulls and the 12 long years that it took to get some answers, check out this site:</p> <p><a title="http://newparadigm.no/web/guest/interview-Lloyd-Pye" href="http://newparadigm.no/web/guest/interview-Lloyd-Pye">http://newparadigm.no/web/guest/interview-Lloyd-Pye</a></p> <p>I will now go back to floor fixing and my other blog to refrain from publishing this to boondocking blogger, although I'm sorely tempted. To paraphrase I don't recall whom, "The mind is like a parachute--it works best when open", or something of that nature, I do think that in a search for possible answers, we must keep an open mind.&nbsp; If you feel that I should publish, please let me know. I'd hate to alienate readers. </p> <p><em><font color="#3887c7" size="4"><strong>The Universe is indeed a wondrous creation about which we have far more questions than answers, wouldn't you agree?</strong></font></em></p> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-86542714100734655112010-12-04T14:37:00.001-06:002010-12-04T14:37:20.081-06:00IANDS - Near-Death Experiences<p>I have subscribed to the newsletter from the International Association for Near-Death Studies, Inc. for some time. Today I received the latest one and am wowed by the news. Link is <a href="http://www.iands.org"><strong>www.iands.org</strong></a>.</p> <p>First is a documentary that features an interview with Birmingham’s (Alabama) Dr. T. Lee Baumann, a noted author and a researcher. His background is medical and he claims that there is scientific research to support the validity of the near-death experience. Thanatology is the study of death and dying and author Barbara Harris Whitfield, who claims to have had a near-death experience is a thanatologist. She has been studying in that field for decades. She's also being interviewed. Finally Alice Vaughn, a medical social worker with Hospice of Montgomery, talks about her experiences regarding patients’ behaviour at death. Fascinating. And this should charm the sceptics right out of their tight-fitting socks, it's based on <em><font color="#0000ff">oh my!</font></em> science with a capital S- the kind that Einstein is famous for, <font color="#0000ff"><em>p</em><em>ardon my cynical tone</em>.</font> And quantum physics, my favourite. Here is the link to the video that lasts a little over an hour and is not only informative but excellent, in my humble opinion. Here's the link for the documentary: <a href="http://www.aptv.org/VideoRoom/viewprogram.asp"><strong>www.aptv.org/VideoRoom/viewprogram.asp</strong></a></p> <p>Also in the newsletter is the announcing of a show called " I Survived - Beyond and Back" on the biography channel. These feature real life stories of people who have gone through the experience and have returned to tell us about it. Here is the link <a href="http://www.biography.com/isurvived-beyond-and-back/episode.jsp"><strong>www.biography.com/isurvived-beyond-and-back/episode.jsp</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p> <p>Previews of some of the show episodes feature real life experiencers and will debut on December 5th. The newsletter also gives links to short videos of interviews with Clint Eastwood, director of <strong>Hereafter</strong>, and Matt Damon (as the psychic in the movie) with Katie Couric.</p> <p>I have been very involved with a number chores and trips and have not been able to develop this site any further. I still have to scrape the subfloor of my rig of dried up adhesive and install new vinyl tiles. There aren't enough hours in the day...</p> <p>My post will end here. I want to leave you enough time to check the above. Your comments, as always, are very welcome. </p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:158ebce5-2f45-4d1c-ba66-bfc7f73e10da" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=The+Hereafter" rel="tag">The Hereafter</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=IANDS" rel="tag">IANDS</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=NDE" rel="tag">NDE</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762692214947387563.post-44506434611040343702010-11-25T18:40:00.001-06:002010-11-25T18:40:26.021-06:00My Heartfelt Thanks<p>Since today is a very special day, I feel that some thanks are owed.</p> <p>I am grateful for my readers without whom my writing would be but a song unsung, thrown to the winds, forever untold. Thank you.</p> <p>I am grateful for my children, and all my friends, new and old, in both the U.S. and Canada, and now Mexico. More than grandiose vistas, all of you have made my travels worthwhile just to encounter you, whether in person or through the written word. All of you have enriched my life. Thank you.</p> <p>Today I received an email from a young friend in Alberta, Canada. She sent an attachment without words. I want to share it with you. It brought joy to my heart and tears to my eyes. Please click on it. You won't be disappointed. It's just one more thing for which I'm grateful and that I want to share. It's called a Random act of Culture at Macy's</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://www.aomin.org/aoblog/index.php?itemid=4268">http://www.aomin.org/aoblog/index.php?itemid=4268</a></p></blockquote> <p><strong>Happy Thanksgiving to All!</strong></p> <p>Stargazer</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:7c1f5275-61ce-40e4-8d35-0c849daab491" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">LiveJournal Tags: <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Thanksgiving" rel="tag">Thanksgiving</a>,<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=Macy's" rel="tag">Macy's</a></div> Stargazerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478962512141694004noreply@blogger.com0